A Kingly Man

O Friend of always the right,
The clue of time is hidden in my purse;
Inside is also a great travel that I embark upon.

O Friend of mine, why is this?
It is inside the purse that lingers a shiny bauble,
A shiny ring, and it lets us journey the hills of space.

The Friend: O Little man, I seek a helper
To lift me into light, and majesty is all I can utter
As I am a king who needs no travels nor journey of rings.

O Friendly King, my love is an ornament for you,
And the light of the ring is more spacious,
So I may think the task too great for you.

The Friend: O Little man, I am not dazzled by your ring,
My jewels are with me, and my friends are not.
Your journey can never begin.

For this it is quarrel and fight,
And the king must leave his little friend.
To always call him his foe.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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